The Chiefs’ Daughter Ch 2

By Jax_Teller

Saturday morning we woke together and the girls got right to taking a shower together. I went through my usual morning ritual of turning the Tv on and getting breakfast together. When the girls came out they seemed disappointed that I had not joined them. That quickly changed when they saw and smelled the western omelets I was making. They both were naked and I was appreciating having them around. It seemed to me as if they had adopted me.


As we sat and ate watching the Saturday morning cartoons, the girls discussed the time they’d have to leave from here to get to work on time. I knew Clair was a stripper but wasn’t sure about Janis. After breakfast was over we went down to the table and it was a typical morning after party morning. Lots of moaning and coughing with naked people wandering in looking for their clothes. It was sort of an amusement for the regular folks watching the visitors try and figure out what they did and with who and how they got this or that bruise or marks.


The roaring fire from the night before just a pile of ash smoldering like the sexual tensions fueled by copious amounts of alcohol the night before. This was the usual time when people figured out that being naked in front of others wasn’t the end of the world. On the other side of the coin it was the ultimate height of amusement when some female would realize her state of undress and go screeching into the shower room. Yet another source of amusement was the young men who would sneak up and try to get glimpses of the women in the shower, only to get chased off with a broom like a chicken, including all the clucking.


It was all in good fun and if there was any real offense it was dealt with immediately. Us older folks rarely got into the mix of the drama, but when we did it turned quickly into a brew haha. When all the revelry was over Janis and Clair came over hugged me and then Chief and they were gone. Chief asked how it was going with those two. I told him I could not be happier and that they both seemed happy. He said he was asking about the tattooing shaking his head laughing at me. I told him the second tattoo was started, but would need several more sessions before it came together.


Chief went on to tell me that they’d be back in the morning after work. I wasn’t going to pry but then he told me that Janis was one of the talent managers who drove the dancers to and from the clubs. If a dancer didn’t have transportation or was at risk, Janis would make sure they got there safely. She was also the security manager of all three of his clubs, in charge of hiring and firing bouncers and managing security cameras and systems. She also taught the dancers self defense if they wanted to learn.


Being a Saturday afternoon there was a lot of folks in camp who weren’t the regulars which meant rowdier than usual. Heavy drinking and heat were the order of the day and into the night. Just after dark a guy in an old pickup truck came in the drive and Mike who was lit instantly sobered up and his attention focused on the incoming. Chief noticed his reaction the same as did I and we both joined Mike at the pathway to the table. Dale Johnson got out of the truck and started walking up the trail to where we three stood.


Johnson put his hands out to his sides, palms up showing he had no weapons. It was a sign of respect but this was different in that he reeked of fear. Before Johnson could say anything Mike said turn around and get the fuck out in his bulldog Marine drill instructor voice. Johnson said “BUT” and before he finished his word Mike said BUT nothing asshole, get in your truck and leave while you still fucking can. He started to turn and both Chief and I drew our guns as Johnson spun around with his 357 mag. He hesitated as he saw our guns already trained on him just as Mike punched him.